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Jane Doe May 2014
being in a relationship
is to be with that person
yet thinking of others
all at the same time
to say I love you
and not know what the words mean
to think contemplate
and wonder why you're with them
and then feel elated when they hold your hand
to be bored and tired of them
and then a single moment will rekindle the flame
mental cheating
lying
loving
all in one huge melting ***
that is what it is like
to be in a relationship
Jane Doe Apr 2014
You are much more
                                                                         Than they make you out to be
                            They see you as a number
                                               Digits
                              On a card
        And that is it
                                                                              I see you as clay
        Impressionable
                                                                              I see you as a canvas
                                                  Open to the beauty that waits to be created
*I see you
Jane Doe Apr 2014
Biology has no conscience
It doesn't care about love
It cares about reproduction
Biology does not care if someone gets hurt in the process
Biology does not care if he was your boyfriend
Fiance
Husband
Biology has no sympathy
Lust is not the same as love
But often it is mistaken as such
4 letters
3 out of the 4 make all the difference
You are part of an on going experiment
Observed by a classroom of billions
Constantly watching
Constantly scrutinizing
Harshly graded by a force that you couldn't comprehend
Don't try to change this
People have tried to change this for longer than you could imagine
Embrace it
Jane Doe Apr 2014
I'd rather be lost in a book
                                                        
                                               Than be lost in myself
I need a map
  Apr 2014 Jane Doe
Legion
For every girl who was a "*****"
    because she said no to a boy;
For every girl who was a "****"
    because she said yes.

For every girl who was "asking for it"
    because she wore a short skirt;
For every girl who was a "*****"
    because she wore a long one.

For every girl who was a "challenge"
    because she liked other girls;
For every girl who was "easy"
    because she liked both.

For every girl who was "fat"
    because she had dessert;
For every girl who was "anorexic"
    because she didn't.

For every girl who was "insecure"
    because she wore make-up;
For every girl who was "ugly"
    because she didn't.

For every girl who smiled
    because she thought she was pretty;
For every girl who cried
    because she was told she wasn't:  

Here’s to you.
Jane Doe Apr 2014
What if we were born as blobs
Shapeless
Grey
Nothingness
What if as we grew
Our personalities colored our bodies
Our thoughts shaped our form
Our dreams grew our hair
Crazy and curly
Relaxed and straight
Far reaching and long
Down to earth and short
Our aspirations and desires determined our eye color
So that when you looked into someones eyes
You saw what was truly there
You could see people for how beautiful they truly were
No more hiding
No more shame
Simple and pure
Truth
When your dreams were kicked down
When you were wounded
When you were lost
It formed scars on your body
Badges of honor
To be displayed proudly
Saying that you have lived
You have embraced the possibility of defeat
And continued on in defiance
So that when you looked at someone
You had to take it upon yourself
To study their scars
And accept their dreams
Without question
Without doubt
And they'd do the same for you
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